Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail. I own this plot, complete with citrus goodness.

Mard Geer pulled on the iron chains again, they creaked and moaned but again they did not break. He planted his bare and dirty feet against the concrete block wall and tried again. The manacles began digging into his skin, forcing him to bite his lip to not cry out in pain. He hoped the metal plate bolted into the wall would come loose, that perhaps it was the weakest point. Even if he pulled down the whole damn wall, it would at least mean he was no longer confined to this windowless, stuffy cell.

Another pull and he found his strength giving out as he felt warm liquid run down his wrists. Mard wanted to scream, but he would not give Zeref the satisfaction. He had been through enough and had played puppet to that man for too many years. His whole life to be exact.

He dropped the heavy chains, they clinked against the stone ground as Mard put his head in his hands and tried to suppress the shudder. Locked up, again. No sunlight. No roses. No one to talk to and no clean air to breathe. It was like his creation and conditioning all over again.

They say it is darkest before the dawn but what if you spent a century having not seen a dawn? Nor a midday sun or a sunset. There are no variating degrees of darkness when it is all you see. They blend into each other so perfectly that one shade of night is the same as any other dark space. He could see in the dark, but no one ever tells you that night vision comes with a twist, no true color but a strange murky green over anything that is not pitch.

That was Mard's world for far too long. His only contact, Zeref, would feed him once a day, let him see a thin thread of light, and asked him if he loved him. Until the day that Mard replied in earnest that yes, he loved the man who gave him food, and a bit of light, he lived that way.

When Zeref had finally freed him from that room, Mard saw the sun for the first time in over a century, it was akin to being reborn. The first time he felt sunlight on his face, he smiled and was promptly smacked for the display of affection. He learned well from that moment and locked away his feelings for anything that was not the dark lord.

It was all part of the end goal to make Mard the perfect instrument for his suicide. That Mard would love him enough to end his life. Mard never fully understood, why it was this way, only that it was to be.

To ensure his service, love, and loyalty Zeref removed most of Mard's soul and transcribed it into a book. If anything should happen to the book, Mard would be nothing more than a frozen statue, hollow on the inside. Mard had learned his lessons well and what was the final result?

A pack of unruly children ruining his plan and in the final moments his master stole him away. He could not have planned for Fairy Tail and Sabertooth would join together to take on his perfection. Or that one of his own would give his Devil Slayer Powers to his son. Let us not forget the fact that a Celestial Summoner had summoned the Spirit King to directly assault him.

Mard knew he should be dead, and death would be welcomed but why was he in an old cell? Where was Zeref? His stomach rumbled and he remembered that it had been several days, or perhaps a week, since he had eaten last. He didn't need food to survive, like humans, he needed it to keep his strength up, since Curse pulled from the body and not the soul.

His eyes were getting heavy and Mard slowly made his way to the little pile of hay on the cold hard floor. It did not bother him that he was losing blood all over the floor and making a mess of himself. All he wanted was to sleep and maybe someone deity care enough to finally just let him die.

Mard entered a dreamless sleep, so deep he never heard the door open or the whispered, "this won't hurt a bit."

Lucy was having a rotten day, so much so that she had coined this "Universe Hates Lucy Day! Part 37." Then again 37 was the exact number of days that Fairy Tail had been shut down, locked up, and disbanded.

She wanted to keep up hope that this was a mistake and her nakama would return but it was not to be. No, they had all scattered, the one that hurt her most was Natsu. Not because he left but that she could not mourn and help her friend after his father was killed. No, Natsu had left to train and get stronger, she understood that. If it was her, she would have done the same. Though would it have just killed him to let her help him?

Who knows?

She walked along the dimly lit street in the small rural town - Alderree or Appletree or something like that - her purse filled with not quite enough Jewel to cover rent, food for a week, and the train ticket home. The messy mission of Vulcan hunting just had not gone her way and she accidentally took out a small cottage that belonged to the mayor.

Lucy was now a free agent, working under the Rune Knight Bounty Board. When the Rune Knights were too busy, they would contract out bounties to unguilded mages looking for work. Like a state-run employment agency really, though Lucy could do with less forms to fill out.

Thinking of those forms, she subconsciously started rubbing circles with her thumb against her writing hand. She was feeling lingering hand cramps even at the thought, but for right now it was all she had, and it was barely paying the bills.

Jason had asked her to work for him at Sorcerer's Weekly, but she declined the offer. Mostly because chasing celebrity mages around for gossip stories was not her thing, but also because she needed to keep using her magic. If Natsu was going to get stronger, so was she. After all, its what good teammates do.

Lucy rounded the corner towards the aging train station, her eyes opened wide when she saw the train already sitting there. "Fuck," she mumbled under her breath as she started to run, not caring that the alley was getting darker. She could have sworn the train was leaving at 9:00 PM, it was only 8:30, wasn't it?

Her only focus right now was trying to make it, maybe the train was just being cleaned or maybe she had the time wrong. On reflex she brushed over Horologium's key and got the automatic response of "The time is 9:06 PM." It spurred her on, especially after she noticed the smokestack of the engine growing bigger as the faint sound of "all aboard" blared over crackly speakers.

She was halfway there and her focus right on the station that she didn't see the man appear out of the shadows till he was right on top of her. Lucy tried to stop but crashed into him, bounced off him and landed on her ass.

"Sorry… My train is leaving!" She scrambled to get up not caring that she flashed this dude her pink panties. Lucy tried to side step the large and garishly dressed man, but he moved in front of her.

"Lucretia Isabel Heartfilia?" he asked and something about his voice had the hairs on the back of her neck standing straight up. A cold sweat began to form has her heart accelerated and she reached for her keys. She could deal with a missed train and the inn fees for a night later but not if she didn't survive this moment.

Rule one, admit nothing. Lucy gave him a smile, "sorry sir, wrong person. I must go."

The air filled with a dark chuckle, the kind that would scare anyone and gave you the feeling of someone walking over you grave. Lucy shivered and tried again to side step the creepy man, but he moved too quickly and suddenly she felt pain blossom from her stomach. The air rushed out of her as her sight became fuzzy, an exotic scent filled her nose and that was when everything went black.

She was vaguely attached to her body, or so it felt, when someone removed her clothes. Lucy's eyes were only a fraction open and nothing could come out of her mouth when she was bathed. This had to of been a dream, but what kind of dream involves silk, body oil, and her hair being played with. She could barely understand what was happening to her or why this was happening to her.

Was it possible that somehow Bora had come back to finish his collection of her? Was this what it was like to be sold to sex slavery? Lucy had no idea, she could barely think of her own name, but she knew that her friends were gone. Her keys! She couldn't feel their magic or the cool metals, they were made of against her hip. She tried to move and reach for them, but her limbs were heavy, barely responding to her commands.

Everything was dim to her, but she could feel the caress of silken sheets against her body and the cool air lapping at bared skin. Her head was too heavy, this dream or nightmare felt too real, but it also felt like it was happening to someone else and not her. All she could do was go back to sleep and as she moved, she felt another body beside her. It was warm and she could smell the scent of roses. She moved towards the heat and pressed herself against the companion. Now all she could do was wait for the alarm clock to go off and tell her this was a dream.

But did this dream have to feel so nice and warm?

"W-what?" Lucy asked, trying to pull herself out of sleep as someone shook her. Strong hands on her shoulders as her torso was shaken like a martini.

"Who are you?" a deep baritone voice asked.

Lucy's eyes flew open, she did not know that voice and as she struggled to grab her wits, she smacked away the hands on her shoulders and pushed herself back. That was a mistake as she tangled in the silk sheets and landed awkwardly on a plush red carpet.

"Ow," she moaned as she rubbed her head and after a few blinks she finally opened her eyes. The most beautiful man looking down at her.

He had long dark plum hair that cascaded down, large coal black eyes framed in lashes she would kill for, high cheekbones, an angled nose and plush lips. She noticed that he was bare chested, least from the bit that hung over the side of the black bed letting her see the details of his collar bones and muscle definition along his shoulders. It was a nice build, muscle but not obscene.

The man stared at her, his expression was almost unreadable, it was a mixture of shock, curiosity and annoyance. Either that or he has one hell of a resting smirk. She did not know.

"Again, who are you? Why are you here?"

"Lucy and I have no idea," she said as she raised her hand to brush her hair out of her face. The man grabbed her hand and his eyes went wide as he stared at her mark.

"You are a Fairy Tail mage," he said it as a statement of fact and not a question.

"Celestial Summoner," she nibbled her lip and looked around for a second.

They were in a beautiful bedroom, opulent in its textures, colors and details. This was like one of those million-dollar honeymoon suites she had heard of and seen in travel magazines. As she looked down, she noticed she was only in a deep burgundy slip and one of the straps slipped off her shoulder. She and Mr. Man could see the top part of her pink areola, she adjusted herself and wrapped the black sheet around her.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" she asked him.

He tilted his head to the side, she could tell he was trying to sort this out as well. Instead he disappeared from her view and in a moment later he swung his legs over the side and stood up. Lucy got a very nice look at one hundred percent beautifully sculpted male specimen in grey satin lounge pants.

Her companion extended a hand and she took it, letting him pull her up. Lucy tripped on her sheet and crashed right into him, he caught her, and she could not only feel the softness of his skin but also smelt the roses from her not quite a dream.

He curled his fingers under her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. His midnight eyes glimmered for a moment as his lips parted and closed and his breath hitched so slightly that if she wasn't pressed against his chest, she would not have noticed it.

"Mard Geer Tartaros," he said, and she started to push against him. He was too strong, and she could not move, not as he curled his hand around the back of her head and pushed her face into his chest. "Like you I am a prisoner of Zeref," he whispered. It was almost comforting.

"Z-Zeref?" she asked, trying to sound articulate while her lips were pressed against his chest.

Lucy heard clapping and felt Mard go completely rigid against her. He turned his head and she used his distraction to get out of his hold. This could not be happening; didn't they just defeat this guy? Didn't her guild disband because of all the damage he did? What the hell was going on?

Here's what Lucy knew, she was dressed up like a sex doll, locked in a very nice bedroom, and standing next to the demon who tried to destroy magic and she sacrificed her Aquarius key to try to stop. Mard's glare was fixated and Lucy turned to look at what his attention. At the end of the room behind illuminated glass was the darkest mage to ever walk Earth Land, Zeref.

"You have awoken and chosen to not start fighting. This will make my plans easier." He said and Lucy looked up at Mard, who was still only staring daggers at the other man.

"W-what do you want?" Lucy asked.

"There's a clever girl," he chuckled, "I heard you were one of the smarter ones in the Guild." Had it been anyone else Lucy might have felt a bit of pride at those words, but not in this case, nope.

"Zeref," Mard growled and Lucy side stepped away from him.

"Mard Geer, you are powerless here, as is your companion. Though this final task I have for you is simple. Impregnate her. Then after the child is born, you are free to go."

Mard flew at the glass, he began to beat on it with his fist as he shouted in some ungodly language Lucy had never heard before. As he kept Zeref distracted, Lucy looked around for anything that could be helpful.

The few plush chairs had metal cuffs and bolted plates on their legs. The coffee table and dresser did as well. There was a small bar height dining table with wooden stools attached to the floor at the ends of it. The bed was not helpful, there was no headboard or poles for a canopy that could be detached. There were no knickknacks and books in the bookcase were not very thick. The side room looked like a bathroom, but she bet it would be pointless to look, not with how secured this room was. Whoever designed this room had certainly planned for everything. Now as she looked around, there wasn't even a door, just rustic stained concrete poured walls that shimmered a bit.

She touched the wall and felt the drain on her magic, it hurt and quickly she pulled back her hand, shaking it to relieve the stinging sensation. Lucy didn't quite know what to do, though she would rather die than be forced to carry that thing's child for whatever Zeref had planned.

Die.

Lucy bent over and grabbed the crumpled sheet, she tried to tie it in a noose. If she could get this around her neck and then catch it around one of the scones on the wall, she could kill herself and not have to endure this. There didn't seem to be any other escape.

As soon as she had a noose, the sheet moved on its own and untied itself. She let out a harsh breath and whispered "fuck". These sheets were pricey and usually only used in nicer asylums and fancy hotels who didn't want their patrons to commit suicide or other acts. For a second, she had a bit of respect for the cunning of Zeref, he thought of everything. Except one thing.

"Mard!" she screamed, and the demon turned around and looked at her. "Kill me."

Out of everything Mard Geer could think of, this revelation of Zeref was not on any conceivable thought. He thought Zeref was simply punishing him, trying to retrain him to not fail again or was plotting a slow and agonizing death for him. This, impregnating a woman and giving his master the child was beyond his own machinations. Above all why did it have to the Fairy Tail mage that summoned his old foe?

Now she was ordering him to kill her, she had to of been as repulsed about this as he was. Odds were she was more so if she was willing to die than carry his progeny. Then again, why would he ever want to sully his lineage by creating a demonling with a human. Even then…

"I commend the thought, Miss Heartfilia, oh do go, try and kill her Mard," Zeref chided and Mard looked over his shoulder. The dark lord had a grin on his face, the kind of grin that would scare puppies and even make powerful demons like Mard nervous.

"It is a trick, if I harm her, what happens to me?" he asked and Zeref clapped.

Lucy walked towards him and even he could admit that as she moved, she was simply beautiful beyond compare. Her body was the idealistic hourglass men covet, her face was stunning but for him it was her eyes, large and the same color as his beloved coffee. There was an aura of Heaven around her, not necessarily pure goodness but something higher. Mard could feel his heart increase its pace as she drew closer to him.

She nibbled her full bottom lip, "you'd most likely go through severe waves of pain, increasing in accordance to the level of damage you do to me. It would kill you if you kill me."

"Ah, see, beauty can have brains as well, but you know this Mard. I believe many demonesses and women had tried for your attention." Zeref's commentary was not helping, if only he could access his power, but he couldn't, the Curse magic had been sealed.

"Zeref, you will be waiting for a long time. I do not sully myself with human women." he said and noticed how Lucy flinched at his words.

"You think I plan to wait for love and nature to take its course? I am an old man but even I get impatient. Now, ask me what you really want to ask me. This will be the only time I'll allow you to ask, both of you."

"Why him?" Lucy asked first, her voice a bit of a shriek, the anger started rolling off her. Mard understood enough that if their situation was reversed, he would be angry at being thought of as breeding stock for Zeref.

"A demon reaches fertile maturity after 250 years, Mard has been fertile and capable for a while." Mard knew this was true, it had been a fight for decades to not give into his fertile heat and start producing more demons. "Once every roughly 400 years, there is a unique star alignment and a child is born who is blessed by the Celestials as almost one of their own. That child is you, Lucy."

"So, we are capable of having a child, why do you want it? What good is a half breed to you?" Mard asked.

Zeref relaxed in a large black wingback chair, he crossed his legs and looked as if he both amused and bored. A glass of wine appeared in his hand and he sipped it, "The child of the Stars and the Underworld, will have special properties in their blood."

Mard snorted, "sacrifice, then."

Lucy put her delicate hand to her mouth as her eyes became large. He could see her tremble as his words and what was going on became all too real to her. As her frail human mind understood the situation.

"Y-you bastard!" she screamed and as she went running towards the glass. Mard grabbed her. He picked her up and held her as she thrashed and screamed against him. She pledged multiple times that she would die before she gives Zeref what he wanted. He quirked a brow when she went off about some interesting things, she would do to Zeref's intestines if he dared to enter the room.

Mard shook her suddenly, "this is not helping. Calm yourself."

"What are you that hard up, you'd be willing to go along with this?" He dropped her and felt a wash of pain flow over his body, he gritted his teeth and bared it, but that was only a warning, he was sure of it.

"Look at me, do you not think I could not have sexual intercourse anytime I asked for it?"

Lucy's cheeks started to become red, that color spread to her ears and dotted along her chest. It was almost as if she was going to turn into a little rosebud in front of him from all that color on her. She huffed and turned her head; her indignant expression was charming. Mard knelt down next to her, his knee brushing hers, he almost forgot Zeref was watching.

"I am certain it is the same for you, human men must bother you daily," he said as he swept her golden hair off her shoulder.

She let out a soft sigh, "not really. Hey, back off on the charm, I'm not doing this. When I do have kids it's not to be some sicko's sacrifice and..." she looked away her eyes distant, "it will be with a man I love."

"Miss Heartfilia, again, you assume I have time to wait," Zeref said before he let out an audible and dramatic yawn, "I am bored and you two should practice, her fertile cycle is in a few days. I have high hopes that this happens soon."

Mard refocused his attention on Zeref, seeing the smug expression on his face through the glinting glass. "Zeref, if I impregnate her, what happens then?"

"Mard, are you asking me to show you kindness and let you two enjoy the room and comfort while she grows the child?"

"I know better than to ask for kindness," he said as his fingers, of their own accord, grazed along her neck. There was something about Lucy that made him want to touch her. Even as she flinched and tried to move away.

"If she carries your child, for your years of service, despite your most recent failure," the word failure made Mard's eye twitch, "I would allow you both to remain close, there is no reason to return you to that first cell."

"I have your word as a kin to demonkind?" he asked. It was the most solemn promise he could invoke out of Zeref, to not adhere to it would turn him into an enemy of the demons and he would be hunted for it. This was the only card Mard could play to have some assurances over this situation.

"You do, I will treat you both well and when I have what I want, you will go free."

"Both?" Lucy asked.

Zeref chuckled, "Celestials, even more precise with their agreements. Obviously, both of you will go free."

Mard leaned close to Lucy, "this is the best possible outcome for this. We will be treated well and gain freedom when this over. I have been in much worse torture chambers."

She sniffled, "but you don't have to carry the child. It's not your body."

"Is it not? It would be a piece of myself that grows in you. We would have to suffer together, though I acknowledge the deal is most unfair to you." he said, where he was getting this compassion was confusing to him.

It would not surprise Mard if Zeref had performed mental and emotional augmentation magic on him. It would only make Mard more agreeable to Lucy, which would only serve Zeref's purposes, but that didn't quite make sense.

Zeref, technically didn't need them to physically have sex, he could just extract the semen from him and implant it into her. So there had to be another layer to this. A circumstance around how the child came to be? Could it not be artificially created? He did not know and later he would meditate and walk through the massive library of books and scrolls in his head to do his own research.

"This is touching, but, tick tock," Zeref's bored voice entered the room, ending the moment between the two prisoners.

Mard picked her up, enjoying how soft and light she was in his arms and carried her to the bed. Lucy looked defeated, the fire in her coffee colored eyes fading from them as her lips remained neutral. "When Zeref is impatient, it is not a healthy place to be in. He will release the aphrodisiac soon, and I thought you may be more comfortable on the bed."

To his surprise, Lucy began to laugh, her head rolled back as her pink lips parted and the sound echoed around the room. Mard knew that human minds were delicate, but he did not know they were this delicate. Even when he performed torture on human subjects, they took a little longer to crack. Usually near the verge of death or watching horrors from their subconsciousness for days would have the effect.

"Oh Miss Heartfilia, I had the anti-conception device you use removed and the drugs cleansed. I assure you, you can conceive." At Zeref's words, Lucy's laughter turned to tears and Mard not knowing what else to do, held her.

In Infernai, "I will kill you for this."

Zeref replied in the same language, "I do hope so. Mard, word of advice, do not fall in love with the child she will ultimately carry."

Mard wanted to say something to Zeref in response to that but instead he was preoccupied with a crying human. One hand rubbed circles on her soft back and the other held her head as she cried. Mard had never held someone like this and could not remember anyone holding him like this. The only logic was that yes, someone messed with his mind and gave him these new emotions.

A quiet hiss came from the wall and Mard looked around, a pink smoke started to fill the room. Judging by the aromatic, almost pungent scent, Zeref was using a mixture of ginseng, Incubus Root and Succubus Flower. Those two plants would impact both and the ginseng had to be for additional energy. Mard knew two of those ingredients took years to cultivate and grow, which meant Zeref may have always had this plan for the Underworld King.

To grow them you must kill one of each type of the demons, plant the seeds in their sex organs and then bury them in desecrated ground, feeding them once a month with menstrual blood and semen. Once at maturity the plants were not so finicky and could be safely transplanted, anywhere and every three years would produce a harvest. You didn't need much of the plant to produce the desired effects, but if this was going to take a while before she would conceive, Mard reckoned Zeref would have needed at least ten harvests to produce enough gas for a daily spray to last at least six months. At least thirty years, this was his plan for at least that long?

"M-Mard," Lucy whispered. He noticed that her eyes were starting to glaze over, and she was licking her lips as her hands trailed up his arms, "so hot."

She looked different to him, not just a human or another prisoner, no, she looked like everything he ever wanted. He palmed her breast, and she arched her back at his touch, the beautiful bit of soft flesh filled his hand. "Lucy," he purred, almost literally, for demons made unique sounds when in passion, which he assumed humans did too.

"W-want you," she whispered, "take me."

Mard Geer had never had a human lover, let alone a mage, though he could only hope to know how to please her. The aphrodisiac toyed with him mind, forcing him to comply to her demands and his own desire. She licked her lips as her half-lidded eyes looked upon him.

He pressed his lips against hers and she let out a sigh as she grabbed his shoulders, little nails digging into them. It was possessive. Mard closed his eyes as he enjoyed feeling her body against his, their lips molding against each other. Lucy licked his bottom lip, almost confusing him at the action but understanding it nonetheless. He opened for her and she entered the cavern of his mouth. Her tongue coaxed his until they had a gentle rhythm going.

She tasted like Heaven. It was perfect.

Her leg ran up his side as she pushed against him, Mard rolled to his back, the soft silken bedding cradling him. She lifted from him, his tongue still wanting hers as he saw her grab the bottom hem of her risqué slip. Lucy pulled the garment from her and threw it to the floor, Mard sucked in a breath, taking in more of the aphrodisiac.

Lucy was a vision, his own little angel straddling his waist. Her hands ran down her pert and full breasts, down her toned stomach and resting on his abs. She traced along the definitions of his muscles as her hips rolled against his now formed erection. Mard purred as she moved again, and he moved to press more of himself against the heat he could feel through the satin.

She dipped her head down and began to kiss and nip at his collarbone. Mard's hand held her waist as she teased his increasingly sensitive body. Lucy's teeth grazed his nipple and he let out a hiss at the sensation. He had never known that humans were this sensual or purposeful in their movements. Least she was and if that was her or the drugs, he did not care.

Could not care, all he wanted now was to impale her, take her, release his seed into her. Needed to fuck her endlessly and not stop. Not until he had claimed every last bit of the graceful sin that was her body.

"L-Lucy," he said as she moved down his abs and towards his sleep pants. Her fingers hooked under the material and Mard lifted his hips up so she could pull down the fabric.

She moved slowly, as she slid down the bed, the satin and her lips lazily playing along his skin. When she removed the clothing, Lucy leaned forward on all fours, her naked form a vision to be had. She crawled between his legs, moving with purpose. The purpose to drive him wild and his cock twitch, a bead of precum dribbling from the flared head.

Lucy grabbed his member and Mard almost shouted to feel her soft hand wrapped around it. Her tongue glided up along the thick vein before she sweetly licked at the opening. "Sweet," she gave him another lick, "heady," she kissed the tip, "mine," she growled. Her mouth opened and she took him in, his head pushed into the feather pillows as his pelvis arched up desperate to push more of himself into her warmth.

She used her hand and mouth in a fluid motion, coating him in her saliva and testing his ever-losing patience. "Stop teasing," he commanded before he bit his bottom lip trying to stifle his own moan as her tongue swirled around him.

Lucy released his cock, placing a gentle kiss to it before she dragged her tongue up his body. Mard grabbed her shoulders and rolled them over, settling himself between her legs. They exchanged another passionate kiss as he shuffled to his knees and reached between them.

He broke the kiss and slowly started pushing into her body. She was so tight, slick and hot he had never experienced something like this before. Her body was perfection for him, and he fought against the need to take her this instant. He let her adjust to him as his body was flush against her.

"M-Mard…" she whispered as her hands grabbed his forearms, little nails digging in, much as she had done to his shoulders.

He started to move, slow and controlled movements allowing him to feel her completely. Lucy moved her body with him, driving him deeper with each slow thrust. Mard watched her face, noticing how she would only look into his eyes. Nowhere else, nothing else existed around them. Just the look of endless passion in hazy coffee colored eyes.

Her cheeks were flushed with color and her skin broke out in a light sheen as she started chanting his name. This spurred him on and Mard increased his pace, snapping his hips with each movement.

Lucy's legs came up his sides and without thinking he took them in his arms, rolling her up a bit more to experience her deeper. His hands on her hips as he pistoned into her, the bed swaying from the force of movements. Her nails dug into his skin as her words turned to nothing but wanton moans.

"L-Lucy, cum for me," he said as he leaned down and kissed her.

Her channel fluttered around his moving cock, the feeling intoxicating as he pounded into her body. Lucy turned her head to the side, "Fuck! Mard! Oh…" her eyes wrenched shut as her body tightened suddenly. Her face a mixture of pain and pleasure, it was a sight to behold.

It forced his own release and he bit into her shoulder, muffling his cry of her name. His body felt on fire as he spent inside of her, the release as violent and animalistic as he ever felt it. Mard held against her, softly pulsing to ride out the wave of euphoria. All he could think of was how this all felt and how he could not wait to do it again. As she pulled on his hair and forced him into another kiss, he was not the only one who could not wait for more.

Zeref sipped his wine and watched, he had never seen Mard Geer like this. Never seen the demon display so much emotion into one act. It made him smile, all the work would soon be worth it. Especially all the work to reverse his conditioning of Mard Geer's mind and give the demon his feelings back.

The drugs would stay in their system for the next couple hours and he was certain they would do this several more times. Each time they did, the closer he got to his plans being fulfilled. Each time they would grow closer as their bodies joined. Each time a little more of their emotions would find their way into the act.

Of all the uses for the Underworld King, he had never thought this would be it, not when he met a young Mard Geer hundreds of years ago. At the time he only thought of the demonling's potential for power and how to best use that power for his own needs. Then fifty years ago he found a book and it had given him hope and a new reason to stay close to Mard Geer.

The book had the answer to his eternal problem, a way to remove the Curse of Contradictions. All he had to do was take a bone from the god of life and death, Ankhseram and upon the appointed day and the appointed hour, dip it into the warm heart blood of a virgin of both Celestial and Demon blood. He would devour the blood and bone, recite the ancient magics, and be done with all of this. Zeref could finally live and finally die.

Getting the bone was easy, a raid on Mildian, had uncovered the burial site of the god's previous human host, bits of magic still imbued in the fossil. Discovering a way to make the child, that had taken research and work. The child had to be made naturally, he could not do this clinically. No, it had to be through their bodies, as simple as the Gods designed. He lucked out in that they didn't need to be in love, that even he could not force.

Now, in the bed he watched how the elegant Celestial Summoner rode atop the Definitive Demon. There was something beautiful about this, sacred and profane, working together for their goal of pleasure. Zeref let out a breath and snapped his fingers, the glass turning back into a wall. He adjusted in his seat, surprised that watching the scene would have an effect on him. It mattered not.

He had a year before the day and time would be upon him. Zeref stood up, adjusted his cloak and walked out of his little viewing room. The dark one didn't think he would need to use it again, he was not going to answer any more questions and there was no reason to watch. Then again, he always did like spying on people. Might be interesting to see how well they get along the next day, when he would not use the drug again and they had to deal with reality.

Zeref mulled this over as he walked down the black stone and dimly lit hallway of his castle. Till then, he had a meeting or two to attend. Empires do not run themselves.

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